I come in hungry from my play,
And ask for things to eat;
And think of all the cake we’ve got,
So plummy and so sweet;
But very gently, mother says,
“There’s butter, and there’s bread;”
And smiles at me; my hunger leaves,
I sigh, and shake my head;
For I had only wished for cake,
So plummy, and so sweet;
And I go back to play again
Without a thing to eat.